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Post by Huey P. Newton on Dec 17, 2004 21:04:48 GMT -5
Huey had grown up in many environments, the warm south, the chillier mid-states and some of the colder northern American states, but Helsinki was a new definition of cold. He needed to get inside... maybe grab a cup of coffee or some warm cider before continuing. He walked into a quaint looking cafe and sat down at the bar.
Despite the fact he worked for Red Infinity, he refused to wear their uniform. He was wearing his usual atire, the uniform of the Black Panthers. He took off his shades as he sat down and ordered a large mug of coffee, but kept his military burret on his head. He payed the waiter and decided that maybe he would just sit here and SAY he looked in the kids appartment.
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Post by Jareth on Dec 17, 2004 21:09:58 GMT -5
the force of his blow sent her to her left. She went sprawling to the ground and she fell on her hands and knees. She quickly got up and turned to him a bit dusty. She closed her eyes for a second and the dust was gone. d**n him...he was stronger too. She had no idea why his power superceeded her own. She had to be more powerful than he. She was. She just was making careless mistakes. She must concentrate.
She runs for him sword in hand and right before she gets to him she does a one handed flip twisting her body to the side using her own momentum to put power behind a slash at his feet. She knew he would reform but all she could hope for was to somehow get him off balance enough so that when she landed she might land a better blow.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 17, 2004 21:12:30 GMT -5
After walking around the city a few times looking for Mischa, Bassarov decides to grab something to drink. He heads inside his favorite coffee shop and orders a coffee special called Dark Chocolate Espresso Sex. The name sounds strange, but he likes Dark Chocolate and sex, so it should be good. He takes a sip and it doesn't let him down. He is so involved with drinking his coffee that he doesn't notice the man sitting next to him.
(I don't really think there is a coffee drink by this name, I am not sure what it is. It is an inside reference from my Marxmas party the other day)
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Post by Huey P. Newton on Dec 17, 2004 21:15:41 GMT -5
Huey hears the name of the unusual drink as this long haired man orders it. He quirks a brow and looks at him... he looks so familiar. Oh well. Huey, bored and simply wanting to relax, decides to make small talk.
"So, does it taste as good as it sounds?" he asked, half joking.
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Post by Satsujin on Dec 17, 2004 21:15:45 GMT -5
In a flash of darkness Satsujin was once again gone. Time seemed to slow as Louhi realized where he was even as she swung. Satsujin was directly behind her. One hand out in front to guard, his stance deep, and his other hand holding the Abyssal Blade, bringing it down in a diagonal slash towards her back...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 17, 2004 21:19:40 GMT -5
Bassarov turns and smiles.
"It is good. The best thing I have had to drink for a long time."
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Post by Huey P. Newton on Dec 17, 2004 21:22:36 GMT -5
"Guess I should have ordered it... my drink tastes like crap." Huey said with a grin.
He was short on cash and so he just ordered the cheapest thing available, The Castro Coffee.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 17, 2004 21:24:13 GMT -5
"You can try some of mine. I don't mind sharing. Don't worry, I don't have any horrible diseases. I am a very healthy person." Bassarov slides the half full mug over to the stranger.
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Post by Jareth on Dec 17, 2004 21:25:54 GMT -5
There seemed to not be enough time to execute and stand so she instinctively curled her chin to her bosom and tried to roll herself away. As she did so his blade came down. She watched as it came and hit her flesh. However by contorting her body she was able to minimize the damage caused.
There was a long gash on her side where as he would have cleaved her in two probably. She half fell half rolled and silently cursed herself. Why was she letting him get the upper hand.
perhaps she could just do it the old fashioned way.
She sprang up from her place on the ground and put a hand to her side. She smiled as she lapped at her own blood. The taste inflaming her bloodlust. She without a word or sign charged at him with her sword poised high with her right elbow bent and slightly up even with her shoulder. As she neared him again she came down with it hard.
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Post by Huey P. Newton on Dec 17, 2004 21:26:51 GMT -5
Huey laughed slightly. "Thank you very much." he said, taking a sip of the coffee. It was good... choclatey and bitter at the same time, as if the two flavors were battling for dominance, if that makes any sense.
"Wow, that is good." Huey said, sliding the cup back to Valodya. "Oh, sorry, let me introduce myself, Huey Newton." he extended a hand to shake.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 17, 2004 21:30:17 GMT -5
"Valodya Bassarov." He says. He thinks it is a little unusual that this man has the same name as a founder of the Black Panther Party. He shrugs it off as a strange coincidence.
"So are you from around here? What brings you to Helsinki?"
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Post by Huey P. Newton on Dec 17, 2004 21:32:51 GMT -5
"If I was from around here I don't think I'd be this d**n cold." he said with a smirk. "I'm from America--well, what used to be America anyway. From Monroe, Louisiana. I spent most of my time in Oakland, California though." Huey said, sipping some more of the cheap Cuban-wannabe coffee. It tasted like the taco-bell of coffees...
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Dec 17, 2004 21:38:21 GMT -5
"I don't mind the weather in Helsinki. It is a little warmer than where I come from in Russia. So, you are an American. I hate to say this, but I don't like most Americans. Don't worry though, I give everyone the benefit of the doubt."
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Post by Surma on Dec 17, 2004 21:41:07 GMT -5
"Hmmmm.. Kaschei." Surma says to himself with confidence on his tone.
["Keitolienen, nevermind. I think I know who has the kampa."]
*Surma locates Kaschei using his ability to see events happening on earth. Surma looks at Kaschei who seemed to be examining the kampa. He than teleports to his location.*
"Kaschei.." Surma says walking out of the shadows.
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Post by Satsujin on Dec 17, 2004 21:41:14 GMT -5
Satsujin smiles as he sees the wound he inflicted and brings up his blade in defense, holding it horizontal to the ground, one hand on the hilt and one behind the blade to brace it. Louhi's strike came down with tremendous force, pushing Satsujin's feet into the earth and making one leg collapse down onto its knee, cracking the cement and blowing out windows for miles from the impact shock. A series of tears in the cement radiated from Satsujin's foot and leg as Louhi continued to put all her power into the strike.
Satsujin looked up at her as they struggled, still grinning, but obviously working.
"Hell of an arm you got there..."
Satsujin pushed his blade up away from him, lifting his buckled leg back to its normal bent position, forcing Louhi to take a step back. The cracks continued to spread, now starting to show on the buildings surrounding them.
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